Tilda was about to take another sip of tea when the blonde debutante shot up. She paused, her teacup halfway in the air as she stared wide eyed at Miss Malfoy as she took her leave. Social failure?! She looked at Rosamund, her expression more than reflecting the outrage she felt. Tilda was more than willing to accept that she wasn't exactly the most graceful and eligible debutante in society given her family, but Rosamund (at least in Tilda's eyes) was far more respectable than her! "Miss Malfoy!" She exclaimed in protest, putting down her teacup. "I don't think that's fair of you to say."